KILLED BY LOVE.... AND A SWORD FROM WRENNYN - DAY 11 Full Name: Natalia Petrovna Osipova From (Hometown): Moscow, Russia Gender: Female Ethnicity: Russian Traits (Appearance): Age 29, 5 feet 5 inches, Black hair, brown eyes, 100 lbs. Reason for coming on the plane: To fly from Florida where she was recovering from an injury to Brazil for an unknown reason and then eventually to London where she now works. Brief History (Criminal record, past): She was mugged right before one of her performances, but still danced. The mugger ended up missing a few days later, no one knows what happened to him. She's an award winning dancer who currently works in London. She has been dancing since age 8. She is currently a principal dancer at The Royal Ballet in London, England. She might have worked for the KGB, no one knows for sure. Anything else: She is a ballerina. Her favorite food is bananas. She has a dog named Charles. She had broken her ankle dancing.
DAY ONE
The plane was making a weird sound. It woke me up from a peaceful nap. I saw the wing fly off. Before I knew it I was on an island. I grabbed my carry-on which contained a change of clothes, my leotard, pointe shoes, matches, and cigarettes. I saw everyone else stumbling to get out of the wreckage and I went to help them out. Someone asked if anyone had any matches to start a fire and I offered my matches up. I then went to make sure everyone was okay. I loved helping people out.
"Does anyone want to explore the island?" someone asked and I was the first to reply that I wanted to help. We started with the island we were currently on, the southern one. We saw a small forest that wasn't very dense. I started to collect wood for our fire.Other people started to collect wood alongside me and before we knew it we had a nice pile of wood. We split it into 10 piles, one a day for the next ten days. We split into shifts of two in order to keep the fire going, and I took the night shift. I took the time to stretch and exercise. I had a feeling this island was going to take a lot of physical strength.
DAY TWO
I spent the next day making friends with everyone, well everyone who was willing to make friends. My favorite person was an eight year old girl named Ellie. She loved talking about her pets. The only thing that annoyed me is that everyone talked to me slowly because of my accent. For God sakes, I live in London, I understand English perfectly. At about 3pm on the second day I finally got some shut eye. I awoke to a dark sky. I went and got more firewood despite the fact we had enough and I came upon a knife that someone had left on the ground, whoever had gotten the knife on the plane had clearly outwitted TSA. I picked it up, knowing it would come in use later, in some form or another.
DAY THREE
I spent the night sitting on the new fallen tree that bridged the islands together, my feet could feel the water move below them. In the distance I saw a few fires. I knew which one was mine, but I didn't know who the other fires belonged to. I gripped onto the knife I had picked up a little harder. When the sun started to rise I went deeper into the forest in hopes of killing something to eat. I needed protein. I sat under a bush and waited until I saw a squirrel. I knew it was small but since all I had was a knife, it was the easiest to kill. I quietly snuck up on it and stuck my knife into it. I took the squirrel farther into the forest. I gathered wood from the area and made my own camp. I needed an area to plan and spend time alone pracitising. I was done playing along now that people were starting to disappear.
DAY FOUR
I spent hours practising the fight moves they taught us back home. I hadn't tried any since I got injured during my last mission. But I was better now. I was ready to work again. I wonder if my handler was wondering where I was. I took a nap on a tree, Katniss style. I awoke to the sound of crunching below. I looked down and gripped my knife.
DAY FIVE
When I looked down, I saw a native-looking man. In one hand he held a spear and in the other, a fish. I sat as silently as possible, hoping he would not see me. I was better, but I wasn't perfect. My hopes disappeared as the man looked up. He said something foreign and started poking his spear upwards in a malicious way. The spear was too close for comfort so I decided it was time to fight back. My one problem is that I haven't fought against a spear since early in my training. I ducked as the spear came near my chest and as I stood up I grabbed his spear out of his hand. He said more foreign things and I stabbed him in the neck. He fell and I saw something weird on him, a tattoo in Russian. Who was this man?
DAY SIX
Two days passed since I killed that man. Since than I had looked more closely at him and noticed he had another tattoo on him in Russian. The first one said Вырезать их (Cut them down). That's a bit creepy. Who is "them"? The second was a bit less threatening, it stated Аво́сь да как-нибу́дь до добра́ не доведу́т (Draw not your bow till your arrow is fixed.) After examining him I put him in some bushes that were a distance away. I went and walked back to where I started out when the plane crashed. They had set up little huts and were living there. I noticed that some people were injured that were injured before. What the hell had happened? I noticed someone who looked like a doctor kneel over a pretty hot guy and she poked him and he let out a curse word. They then put him into one of the new huts and I debated whether to go and meet him or not. I'll see him later, today is not the day, he needs rest anyway.
DAY SEVEN
The next day I went back to the campsite where they all were so that I could see him again. I sat on a rock close to the campsite and he saw me. The cute guy looked at me and winked. With that I got up and leaned against a palm tree and he approached me. "Wrennyn Foster's the name." He said smiling. "Natalia Osipova," I said, "Pleasure to meet you." "Pleasure's mine." he replied. I smirked and shifted my weight. "So Miss Osipova, where're you from?" he asked. "Florida... Before that, Moscow." I answered. "What did you do for a living?" "I danced." "Ballet?" he asked, and I nodded. "How about you Mr. Foster? What did you do?" I asked, sick of him asking all the questions. "I sell soap... Yeah... Big companies have surpluses of soap... Hand 'em down to the little guys," he answered and I laughed loudly at how stupid that lie was. "Would you like to take a walk, Natalia?" he asks politely. "Such a beautiful evening.. How could I refuse?" I reply and we both face the beach and walk. After our walk we both sat on the beach with a small fire to keep us warm and illuminate our surroundings. We talked about a lot of different things. He had a sense of humor and made light of everything.
"So what do you really do?" my smile faded a bit. as he asked that. "I don't know what you mean." I answered and he chuckled and looked over at me. "You and I... we're survivors. We check our surrounding and remember the things other people view as irrelevant.. We are both the types of people that are going to come out of this place alive. You and I are different from them all." he said looking into her eyes. I felt so nervous, what if I told him my past and he thought I was some type of monster. I think he could be the one. "You were going to Rio for something.." he laughed as he said the next part, "I am Wrennyn Foster... an international arms dealer that is infamous for his secrecy and great selection. Who are you?"
"Natalia Osipova, spy for the KGB, but I wasn't lying when I said I danced for a living, I do," I said.
"That is awesome," he said and he started asking me questions such as what missions have I done, have I killed anyone, and do I like my job. I entertain him with stories of my finish cases but something comes to mind, wasn't I chasing an arms dealer named Foster when I got injured?
Day Eight
I woke up in the spot where I feel asleep but Wrennyn was no longer next to me and my hand hurt. I saw him further along the beach and I got up. He looked pissed off so I gently put my hand on his shoulder and his grimace left his face. "Good morning," I said. "Good morning," he replied. I in the sand next to him and looked at the ocean. It was so beautiful, but so dangerous, a bit like me. Back home they alsways said we were like the oceans. "You know... I always loved the ocean. When I was young I always felt so closed in with life. I mean... just so many petty things piling up and digging into me as if they really mattered. I used to go to the beach to remind myself," he said, scratching his neck. "Remind yourself of what?" I asked him when he took a pause. "That there is so much more out there than what I am living in right now. That there is quite literally an endless expanse before me that I can explore as I please. That... is what I remind myself," he answered. We sat in silence for a moment. \ "Hounsome told me he needed to talk to me... said it was urgent... I should probably go and talk to him," he said and my face dropped. I loved spending time with him. He picked up a shell and chucked it into the sea, then he stood up and turned away from me. "Hey..." I said and he turned towards me, "I really enjoyed talking with you... do it again sometime?" I nodded my head with a slight smile. "I'd like nothing more," he replied and a smile came to my face.
As I waited for him to come back, I walked along the beach. It seemed endless, eventually I grew tired of walking and went back to Wrennynn's and my campsite. I re-made the fire up so that we would have it when he came back.
It was night by the time he came back. I was laying downing looking into the vastless ocean, and I turned my head when he got closer.
"Rough day?" I asked, concerned. "Getting better," Wrennyn replied with a smile. "So what did you get in to while I was away?" he asked. "Nothing really, just took a walk," I replied, "you?" "Natalia... I found out why no one has tried to save us yet," he said. "What?" I asked, curious. "World War Three has started," he answered. "I bet Russia started it," I said, knowing it to be very likely. "I don't know many details yet," he replied, suddenly he looked very worn out.
"Let's just lay down and try to go to bed. I'm sure it's been a long day for you," I suggested. He didn't say anything but laid down next to me in the sand. He put me in his arms and we were still laying silently by the time I fell asleep.
DAY NINE
"Well, that was hot," I said, short of breath as Wrennyn rolled over. "I try," he replied with a laugh. He looked over at me, and I bit my lip. I grabbed his hand and we interlocked fingers and looked into each other's eyes. "You are a good guy, Wrennyn..." I said.. with a serious tone. I think it threw him off a little after we had joked around. "You make this island tolerable, Nat..." he said and I could tell that he meant it. "So what are you doing today?" I asked. "Oh... well I'm pissed at Ryan... so I'm going to spread rumors about him and raise dissent," he said jokingly as he kept a perfect straight face. I laughed. "That's horrible Wren..." I said with a giggle. He sat up and went to put his shirt on, much to my disappointment. "I'm no saint.." he said as he smiled down at me and winked. I couldn't help but to smile, everything he did made me smile. "Good.. I wouldn't want you to be some boring... pacifist.." I replied and he laughed. He came over to me and poked my nose in a loving way and I started getting dressed. "See..? perfect..." he said as he got up. He handed me a gun and said, "here... keep this just in case alright?" I looked down at it before picking it up and pushing it into my jeans. "I'll be safe," I said as he walked away. He came back a couple hours later, and while he was gone I took a nap. He came and sat with me. I handed him a cigarette that I had tucked away. I leaned against him as he opened a notebook and took a drag of his cigarette.
"I suppose it's time for me to write then..." he said quietly and I nodded..
"I still haven't got a clue what you are writing..." I said and he chuckled.
"I don't really either," he said as he sighed and looked up for a moment.
"I have to make Hounsome look like a dickhead. It has to all be true though... " he continued, and I went and started to rub his back. I scooted away and laid down beside the fire.
"Well... when you are done with your silly writing.. perhaps you can join me over here," I said putting out my cigarette and after a while of looking at him, I shut my eyes to go to bed, hoping he'd soon join. Wrennyn crawled over to me and kissed my forehead as he laid down behind her, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Natalia? Are you awake?" he asked, and I didn't respond, I was too tired to talk anymore, "okay good... I love you..."
DAY TEN
Wrennyn woke up an hour after i had crawled back into his arms and after my horrible walk. As he opened his beautiful eyes, I remembered what he had said to me last night. He had told me that he loved me, and surprisingly returned that feeling. What the fuck as this island done to me? I can't get wrapped up in his life, and I can't let him get wrapped up in mine. It would put him in danger. But I wouldn't leave him, I couldn't leave him.
"Nat are you awake?" Wrennyn asked, reminding me more of last night.
"Yeah," I replied after a moment and he sat up and rubbed my back. I slowly sat up from my position. "Good... We have some work to do today. Us for a bit of a walk?" I jokingly groaned and sat up with a smile. "Fine... where are we going?" I asked. "We are headed to the far side of the islands. That's where I found these guns... and many more. This is what we are going to need if we are to topple Hounsome and build up the survivor's camp," Wrennyn answered. "Alright... lead the way, Wren," I replied. I looked down at the notebook he was writing in last night and there was a picture of me. I smiled and he turned bright red. I went and caught up to him, grabbing his hand. I locked eyes with him and he gave the most wonderful smile. "So this boat of yours... it's all the way over on the opposite side of the island?" I asked. "Afraid so, Nat.. It is a bit inconvenient, isn't it?" he responded, with a frown. "Indeed it is. And how exactly are we going to carry these guns back, Mr Foster?" I asked. "Hmmm.. well I guess we'll... uhhh... make something to hold them all in a bundle and then carry them back," he answered, and I laughed at how ridiculous this plan was. We walked and eventually got to the other island, though I almost lost Wrennyn to a river. We took a break and got some bananas to eat, and I burped and we both laughed, but then I heard a sound. "Wrennyn.. did you he-" "Yeah, I heard it." He grabbed me and pulled me into the river and we crouched looking around. We saw two men that I seemed to recognize from earlier on my traumatic walk. "Pirates... Somalian Pirates?" I whispered and Wrennyn nodded in agreement. "Yeah... we should follow them... look at their weapons. With one of those uzis we could level a small tribe of the cannibals," he said and I nodded as we started to wade back to the beach. We followed them to a small camp with maybe 15-20 pirates. There were four huts with open doors. The pirates were all armed besides one. Wrennyn and I exchanged a look when we saw a man who seemed to be their leader. "What the fuck?" Wrennyn mouthed. I was a bit worried and I really hoped that Wrennyn couldn't tell. He motioned to me to follow him and so I did. He pushed one of the pirates down and kicked his gun away from him. I entered the hut after making sure no one was coming and then I cut the man's throat. "Rest in peace," Wrennyn whispered with a sigh. I tugged his shirt and we closed the doors, making sure not to be caught. "Wrennyn. light a match.. I can't see shit in here," I said, and he lit a match and bent back down. He piled up some leaves and set them on fire, allowing us to see two boxes. I lit one of our matches and bent down. The floor was dirt and a few leaves got inside. I piled them up and lit them on fire before shaking the match out. "Alright... time to see what they have in here," Wrennyn said opening the first box. "Holy shit, Wrennyn," I said. "...Jackpot!" Wrennyn exclaimed as he opened the second box.
Day 11
We opened the box and it revealed a box of AK-47s.
"We hit the motherload, Natalia..." Wrennyn said and I giggled. I was so excited, this could help us so much with our mission. Wrennyn and I both took a gun and he filled his bag with ammo. We were having a great time until the door fell in and a man with a machete in his hand stood at the doorway.
"Awaque? Is that you?" He asked. He just barely got these words out before we turned towards him and shot him.
"Shit... Not our best plan," I said.
That gunfire was loud, there was no way that every pirate hadn't heard it. Wrennyn and I walked out of the hut into the center of camp and all guns were pointed at us.
"So... I'm Wrennyn... This is Natalia," Wrennyn said.
"What are you doing here?" one of the men asked.
"Taking your guns," Wrennyn said as I gave him a look, but then the leader started to laugh.
"So you mean to tell me... You snuck in here, we didn't spot you, you killed one of our people, and took guns that are rightfully ours?" the leader asked. .
"That's about right," Wrennyn said, nodding. Everyone laughed.
"Well then... You are our kinds of people," the leader told us as the men lowered their guns. I was really confused and Wrennyn looked pretty confused. The leader walked up to Wrennyn and hugged him. I was a little weirded out, but happy that we weren't being shot.
"I am Gutaale! It is a pleasure meeting you," Gutaale said with a very wide smile.
"Uhhmm... pleasure is mine," Wrennyn said, "two of your men. Just booked it into the woods."
"Oh... They will be dealt with," Gutaale said, and as he smiled even wider, he motioned some of his men to chase after him . This... was not what I was expecting.
"Okay... So who is making you worry so much that you are going to trust a couple of complete fucking strangers?" Wrennyn asked and Gutaale's smile faded. "It's those damn natives.. They killed two of my men yesterday... There were forty of us when we first came here. Look at us now." Gutaale motioned towards their group that did not contain close to forty men. "Wrennyn and I can fix this," I said. "We can!?" Wrennyn exclaimed. "Of course we can... We just need.. four of your men Gutaale.." I said and Gutalle stared at me with a questioning look before nodding. "Alright," Gutaale responded, motioning towards the four closest men and giving us control.
I explained my plan to everyone as we walked, but I wasn't quite sure how it would work out. But once we got to one of the camps, we realized it was going to work out. THe pirates shot the natives, keeping with our policy to not let any of them live. "What do we do with the prisoners sir?" the pirates asked Wrennyn. He dragged his finger across his throat and took my hand.He looked over and I nodded and soon the canibals were gone. After we finished clean-up, we walked away. Later that night we sat and talked about the island. The topic of the natives and survival came up. Wrennyn told Gutaale about the survivors camp. And since they were going through very similar things to us, we decided to head there in a day or so. We could always use help, and especially with Gutaale's men, the camp would be so defended. We could start a new life.
Day 12
I deserved it, I deserved to be killed. I betried a man I truly loved, all because I was scared. I was scared of committement. I was scared of the future. I was terrified, and I tried to kill him. I'm dead now, I'm dead now. It repeated in my head, the fact that I was dead just repeated over and over in my head. I feel so bad for Wrennyn, for what I forced him to do. I am, was, such a horrible person. Wait... where was I? This still seemed like where I had died, but it felt like there was a light veil was covering me. I saw one of the pirates standing over a body... my body... I moved back to the camp and caught a glimpse of Wrennyn entering a hut. I "sat" on a rock near his hut. I wonder what Wrennyn will do now that I'm not around, now that he killed me. I think I'll stick around and see. I wonder what I can do now that I'm dead... like do I get powers or something like the ghosts in movie do.
Day 13
I decide to follow Wrennyn around, maybe there is something I can do to help him out. He deserves at least that much from me after I practically made him kill me. He's talking to the pirate Gutaale. Suddenly there's a voice and everyone turns toward it.
"Wrennyn, you're gunna have company!" the voice shouts. Seconds later machine guns start to fire. People are dying left and right. .
"Gutaale we have to get out of here! we are not going to make it if we don't!" Wrennyn calls out as Gutaale does nothing.
"Wren.. my friend.... you need to go! And I mean now!" Gutaale says, pushing Wrennyn.
"Shit shit shit shit!" Wrennyn yells as he ran to the forest. I follow him, best thing about being dead is that this excercise thing isn't hard anymore. I was so intent on following Wrennyn that I didn't see RYan until he ran into Wrennyn, knocking him down.
"Nice to see you again, Wrennyn..." Ryan said, laughing. I was holding my breath, I think. I don't know if I was actually holding it or not because it didn't bother me in my ghost form. I was so distracted I didn't hear the rest of the conversation. Before I knew it, both Ryan and Wrennyn had their swords out and were fighting. Ryan was winning. I felt like I was fading. Where was everyone? It was all white around me.
Day 14
When I came out of my white surroundings, I was alone in the forest. Both Wrennyn and Ryan were gone. I went to find them. I hope that Wrennyn was ok, that he wasn't dead. I didn't want him to die. But, if he was dying, was I gonna be able to do anything to help him? I went back to the pirate camp and while Wrennyn wasn't there, there were many dead bodies. Almost all of the dead bodies were the bodies of the pirates. I saw Gutaale there. I sat next to him and said a thanks since he saved Wrennyn's life. I tried to grab some weapons but they went right through my hand as I grabbed them. I left the camp and started towards the original crash site, but I heard Russian being spoken and guns being fired as I walked to camp. I walked over to the sound, only to see Wrennyn and Ryan. I tried to do something little to let Wrennyn know I was there, but I was fading again. I'm I just gonna keep fading every time something fun happens, because it's really annoying. I faded more quickly this time than last, and once again was surrounded by more white. It seemed even whiter than last time. What the hell is going on? Is Death fucking with me or something?
Day 15
I came back into the world only to see forest again. I walked and came upon Brooklyn. She was pacing around her hut. I wonder what she is thinking about. She starts to walk away into the forest so I followed her. She came upon another female. I didn't hear what the girl said. "My name's Brooklyn White, and I'm not really looking for anyone. I was just taking a walk from the camp not too far from here," Brooklyn said to this mystery girl. "Then you must know where Hounsome is." "Ha, I wish. That bastard ditched me a while ago to go party with Wrennyn." "What about Grant Smith? Do you know about him?" "Sorry, I don't know, but I could help you look for him." "Oh no that's okay. I'm sure he's just out wandering," the girl replied, obliviously she didn't trust Brooklyn, but for some odd reason I did. They talked a little more but then Brooklyn left. I decided to follow her, maybe she would lead me back to Wrennyn.
Day 16
"Okay, so if I were a middle aged man and a twenty some year old guy, where would I go?" Brooklyn wondered as she continued deeper into the forest. I wondered to myself, venturing deeper into the forest.
"No Brook, you gotta think of it this way. If you were a middle aged man going through a midlife crisis, what would you do?" she continued.
"Hm, a car? No. A new house? No. A tattoo?" we both shuddered, "I don't even want to know. Viagra? Probably."
"If you would actually think for yourself for once and not depend on the lives of useless men you might get somewhere," I said, getting annoyed by her musin.
"Great, now I'm arguing with myself. What's next, I'm going to hallucinate?" she replied. Wait... what the fuck she can hear me... I gotta play it cool.
"I don't know, maybe if you take drugs. I wouldn't go by the west side if I were you. Those natives put the cannabis in cannibal," I said.
"I'm gonna hit them up if I keep talking to myself like this. And why do I sound Russian in my head?" she said, not quite understanding I was the one talking to her.
"Because it's not you you're talking to, it's me."
She laughed and said, "thanks, but that's not helping the nut case over here."
"No, you idiot. It's me, Natalia. Man, I thought you said you were smart," I said with an annoyed sigh.
"Natalia? Aren't you dead? What, still trying to get at it with Wrennyn? I mean, I know you had a baby making session and all that, but...oh my god! Were you pregnant? I knew it! You're haunting him because he wouldn't pay child support!"
"What? No, no! We didn't, I mean it's true we did...it, but I wasn't pregnant. God what made you think of that? Can we just get back to the point?"
"Right, right. Sorry. I think I'm going through shock right now."
I opened my mouth to speak but then she cut me off, "this isn't going to be like the Sixth Sense is it? Because I don't want to keep seeing a bunch of dead people, especially those Russian agents. It was bad enough they wanted to grope me when they were living."
"I can assure you, you won't be seeing anyone. But please, I'm starting to regret talking to you, so let's get back to why I'm here. I'm trying to find Wrennyn," I said. I hope the Russians don't come back.
"I was right!"
"And I'm helping you save everyone too. See, Russians can be nice. We're not all about vodka and Putin memes," I said
"Alright, I'll go along with this. Where to?"
"Don't ask me, I'm just a voice." Where to? Wasn't that the reason I was following her?To get to Wrennyn?
"Well then, onward Casper!"
"Don't call me that,"
We explored further into the thick forest. Eventually we came upon a cave, well I did, she fell into it, literally fell.
"Nice going twinkle toes," I said with a snicker. How could one be so clumsy?
"Shut up."
She got up, using the wall to help her. But then she froze for a second.
"Hm, that's weird," she muttered looking around. There she found a door handle and opened it. Behind the door was a bunch of computers, all displaying statistics of people inhabiting this island.
"Well this isn't a Tinder profile," she said. I looked around to see if I could find Wrennyn on the many screens. Where was he?! Then something hit me. If they saw everything on the island, then...
"That means they saw Wrennyn and I..." I said.
"Think of it this way. If they release it, you'll probably make more money from that sex tape than Kim Kardashian ever did," she replied.
I sighed loudly, "What did I get myself into?"
Day 17
"Hm, let's see here. The only screens that seemed online were mine, Ryan's, Wrennyn's, Grant's, Adrianna's, Ember's (whoever she is), and Jackie's," Brooklyn counted the brightly lit computer screens out loud.. Both Brooklyn and I carefully watched everyone's profiles. Suddenly eyes locking in on a particular screen, Jackie's screen. Huge letters covered the screen where Jackie had perviously been. They read DECEASED. And then her computer was blank.
"How unfortunate. I kinda liked her," I said, breaking the silence. "I thought you couldn't feel anything," Brooklyn sarcastically replied.
"I'm Russian, not a robot," I replied back to Brooklyn's sarcasm. "Ha, same thing," she lamely said.
"Shut up you stupid American." "If I'm so stupid, how am I still alive?"
"Sheer luck." "Thanks. It's great to know someone believes in me." Both of us continued to look through everyone's info, and I saw my love, Wrennyn. Oh, Wrennyn where are you? "Damn he's seventeen," Brooklyn said, look at Grant's screen.
"Upset about Grant are we? Huh, I didn't spike you as a cougar," I said to her. "I'm twenty one!"
"That's what they call plastic surgery." "I'm about done with you. Where's the door to hell? I'll gladly drag you there myself."
"Hate me or not, I'm staying. I won't leave without finding Wrennyn. Now, I don't know about you, but I'm getting a bad feeling about this place. We better get out of here." "You don't have to tell me twice." Brooklyn and I quickly left the cave and stopped on the beach. Our suspicions of the area were correct. A massive cloud of smoke billowed over the treetops, screams mixed with gunfire echoed throughout the island. I sighed in reminiscence, "Sounds like my parents' wedding."
"I don't even wanna know."
We waited in silence until all became eerily still. It was over...for now. She took a deep breath to calm myself down and sat in the sand. The air became awkward, and so Brooklyn tried to strike up a conversation with me, "Um...so...what will you do once we find Wrennyn?"
"Well..." I trailed off, not knowing how to reply. "Are you sure you're not pregnant?"
"No, I'm sure or I think I'm sure," I said, now doubting what I said earlier. "Aha! So there's still a chance!"
"Goddamn you're stubborn," "Go get a test and find out! Ghosts still have to take a leak right?"
"I don't even know if I can be pregnant! I'm dead!" I said now freaking out. "Being dead didn't stop Bruce Willis from doing his job."
"That's a movie! You know what? Why don't I call up Maury and see if Wrennyn's the father? Or go to Planned Parenthood and dodge protesters?" "Don't get snippy with me. I'm trying to help. Why don't you just ask God? No one knows your information better than him, well except for the NSA."
"Just shut up, please. I'll go. Have a nice time. Don't get killed," I said, even more freaked out. What if I was pregnant? I did feel sick shortly before I died. "Have a nice time finding out who your baby daddy is," Brooklyn said, and I left.
Day 18
Shit, what if I was pregnant? Would the baby be a ghost? Or like Shadowhunters, half something and half human? Fuck, we didn't use protection, there wasn't any on the island. I could be pregnant. Maybe if I go the heaven, or whereever the fuck I would go to, I could figure this out. So I went into the light that had been following me around. I came into a town. Where the hell am I? The ghostly projection of Natalia Osipova left the human world under orders to go find a pregnancy test. It's not like she had much choice over the matter; Brooklyn was one stubborn bi--eautiful young lady.
"Oh joy," I sarcastically cheered as the large gates opened in front of me. Now where can I find a goddamn pregnancy test here? I wondered around the city block that layed in front of me. Passing by countless family owned businesses, I finally came upon a Rite Aid. Thank god.
On my way to the Rite Aid, I walked by a club with a neon flashing sign saying Little Angels scoffing, "Whoever's in there isn't an angel despite the 'heavenly good time' they promise you, I'll tell you that."
This was a waste of time. I'm going back, I thought to myself. I heard a voice in the distance.
"You gonna see the Council decide who's being x-ed today at noon?"
I hid behind a corner and spied on two angels casually conversing. By the way they dressed, they looked as if they were rich.
"Nah, I don't have time to head down to the Capital building before my guard shift, but I heard it's a special one today. Two humans are being chosen," the other angel spoke to his friend.
"Ah, maybe next time then. See you around," the first angel replied before walking away.
"They're killing people? I have to check this out. Sorry Brooklyn, my imaginary pregnancy has to wait,"I muttered to myself before sprinting off in the direction of the epicenter of the town. Two minutes until noon. I'll make it.
Day 19
I couldn't believe what I was seeing, there were a bunch of people running the fucking island.I guess if I was gonna endorse Brooklyn to win this game, I should go give her a leg up and tell her what I saw. "Despite being a pain in my as--" I heard Brooklyn say, probably about me. I thought she was crazy for talking to me, but now she's actually talking to herself. I started to speak up and she changed what she was saying, "asthma. Yeah, hey...Natalia. I was just talking about my asthma, no-nothing about you."
"You're a worse liar than Pinocchio. Good thing your pointy nose doesn't grow or else you'd be looking like the Wicked Witch of the West...not like you're that far off anyway," I replied back. "What's got you in a bitchy mood today? Pregnancy test came back positive?" she asked.
"Ha ha, oh how I missed your scratchy man voice. I see you're back to smoking six packs a day now. And I see that you're clothes are still...that. Why don't you slip into something more comfortable, like a coma. I'll help you with that," I replied, ignoring her question. "So the only reason you came back was to roast me? Why don't we invite Wrennyn or Ryan while we're at it? I have plenty of things to say about them," she said, and I was starting to understand why she was upset.
"That's why I came back," I said. "So we are having a roast session then?"
"No, no. Just save the insults for your mixtape." "I'm not going to answer that. Anyway, what were you saying about those jackasses that ditched me?" "Wow, someone's got a grudge," I replied in a singsongy voice, but I agreed with her, they were kinda jackasses. "Shut up. Just tell me."
"Okay, so while I was up on Seventh Heaven I managed to find the place where they're stalking Ryan and Wrennyn. Very nice place actually, dark, small, and filled with old men. But that's beside the point. I found out their location and went to town watching their...how should I put this...lovely diplomatic plans. Not gonna lie, but you're right about the idiot part. All they do is shoot first, ask for more weapons later. I don't understand how all that violence is appealing to the Council with them being heavenly beings and all. And I've realized something else too. Ryan is almost as conceited as Kanye West, maybe even more. Thank God he's not running for president next election, I swear everyday would be dedicated to his six pack." "What you're saying is that they're basically in an alliance and they're trying to get rid of me?"
"Not exactly, but yes, I think that's their ultimate goal." "Those backstabbing bastards! Where are they? Let me at 'em! I'll show them a hell worse than a woman PMSing," as she said this a beeping sound came from the treetops with a small capsule gliding down. The cool, metal container fell into Brooklyn's hands and popped open to reveal two objects.The first object was a note from whoever sent me the package.
Brooklyn, Congrats on making top three! We're rooting for you. Here's a little something to help you on your quest for the Founster bromance as you previously called it. Enjoy! - The Council P.S. We know your little Russian groupie spies on us. The KGB's training process is so bad it could be renamed the CIA.
"Looks like someone's got an admirer. Seems like those old guys do have a soft spot for women after all," I joked. She ignored me as the grabbed the second object, a gun filled with five poison darts. "What the hell is with angels and violence? I'm not gonna use this at all," she said clearly disturbed at the idea of killing someone.
"Well, you did want to get revenge on them didn't you? Here's your chance," I replied back. "I don't want to kill them!"
"Hey either you kill them or they kill you. Deal with it. I had to. Don't you think I regret attacking Wrennyn everyday? Personally, I think you should go over there and knock some common sense into them," I said "You know what, I'll go, but I won't murder anybody...at least, not unless I have to. Foster, Hounsome, you won't be able to get rid of me that easily," she said as we started to walk towards their location.
"Where did you say they were again?" Brooklyn asked breathily as we continued to run across the island.
"They're on a ship off the shore of the cave we went to a while ago", I replied, "I should start calling you Dory from now on from your short term memory."
"Oh shut it you piece of wind."
"Piece of wind? Is that all you could come up with?"
"I'm tired, okay," Brooklyn pointed into the distance, "I think I see something over there. It might be them."
Day 20
"Where did you say they were again?" she asked.
"They're on a ship off the shore of the cave we went to a while ago," I replied, "I should start calling you Dory from now on from your short term memory." "Oh shut it you piece of wind."
"Piece of wind? Is that all you could come up with?" "I'm tired, okay," Brooklyn said, pointing into the distance, "I think I see something over there. It might be them."
"Nope. That's a tree," I said "It's not, trust me. Stop trying to mess wi--" She said as she ran into it.
"See? Told you," I said, taking a little pleasure from being right. "Ugh, I'm about done with this goddamn island and it's goddamn forests and it's goddamn...everything."
"Your vocabulary has gotten better from being stuck on here. Using 'goddamn' in almost every sentence, well done. Your descriptions are goddamn amazing," I replied. "Thanks for the English lesson Professor. Wow, can't wait to get my degree."
"The only degree you'll be getting is first degree burns," oh god, she was annoying. "In the mood for another bitch fest? You know, I'm not quite done from our last one." "You never even started," I scoffed. "That's because--" she stopped. "Because what? Too busy with your--" "Shh. Could you be quiet for at least one minute? I swear it's like your mouth starts driving before your brain gets in the car. Anyway, do you hear that noise?"
"Yeah, it sounds like the noise you'll be making after I'm through with you," I said having no idea what the hell she was talking about. "Remind me not to sleep ever again."
"Oh you won't be sleeping." "Stop creeping me out. God, you could star in the next Paranormal Activity."
"Who's saying we're not living in it now?" "We have more important things to talk about than this!"
"Oh true, I forgot. We need to talk about your unhealthy obsession with homosexual hookups." "It's not an obsession! And I'm not even talking about hookups!"
"The first step to solving your problem is identifying it. Any relationship experiences you would like to share?" "I could ask the same thing for you. That KGB organization of yours must stand for Keep Getting Babies."
"Oh keep on talking, maybe someday something intelligent will come out. Now don't evade the question." "There's nothing for you to know."
"I may love to go shopping, but I don't buy your bullshit." "I'm done with you. I'm going to find out whatever that sound is. Follow me, don't follow me, I don't care," she said and I followed.
We continued running towards the other end of the island until we reached a set of trees separating us from Ryan and Wrennyn. Where was Wrennyn? I could only see Ryan. My eyes caught a glimpse of Wrennyn's lifeless body as Brooklyn said, "he must've signed the divorce papers finally."
"Oh they divorced alright," I said pointing to his body.
"Hey now Natalia and Wrennyn can have that round two."
"What makes you say we only did it once?" I said in a smug voice.
"Now I understand how you got the nickname 'Russian STD.'"
Before I could reply, Brooklyn tripped yet again on part of the brush on the island floor, causing her to loudly yell, "Shit!" as she fell.
That got Ryan's attention. They exchanged words. And Brooklyn took out her gun.
"Go ahead. You don't have to guts to," he said as she aimed the barrel of the small weapon to face Ryan's chest. He looked back at Brooklyn with a sly grin. She hesitated and slowly lowered the gun as if she had chosen not to shoot. What the hell Brooklyn? YOU have to shoot.
"See? I knew you couldn't do it," Ryan said
"Think again bitch," she quickly aimed my weapon back at his chest and fired, "Bullseye!"
The dart landed square in his chest, knocking him over.
She walked over to him and whispered in his ear, "Who's Katniss now?"
Not you. You didn't even have a bow," I said, pointing out the obvisious.
KILLED BY LOVE.... AND A SWORD FROM WRENNYN - DAY 11
Full Name: Natalia Petrovna Osipova
From (Hometown): Moscow, Russia
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Russian
Traits (Appearance): Age 29, 5 feet 5 inches, Black hair, brown eyes, 100 lbs.
Reason for coming on the plane: To fly from Florida where she was recovering from an injury to Brazil for an unknown reason and then eventually to London where she now works.
Brief History (Criminal record, past): She was mugged right before one of her performances, but still danced. The mugger ended up missing a few days later, no one knows what happened to him. She's an award winning dancer who currently works in London. She has been dancing since age 8. She is currently a principal dancer at The Royal Ballet in London, England. She might have worked for the KGB, no one knows for sure.
Anything else: She is a ballerina. Her favorite food is bananas. She has a dog named Charles. She had broken her ankle dancing.
DAY ONE
The plane was making a weird sound. It woke me up from a peaceful nap. I saw the wing fly off. Before I knew it I was on an island. I grabbed my carry-on which contained a change of clothes, my leotard, pointe shoes, matches, and cigarettes. I saw everyone else stumbling to get out of the wreckage and I went to help them out. Someone asked if anyone had any matches to start a fire and I offered my matches up. I then went to make sure everyone was okay. I loved helping people out."Does anyone want to explore the island?" someone asked and I was the first to reply that I wanted to help. We started with the island we were currently on, the southern one. We saw a small forest that wasn't very dense. I started to collect wood for our fire.Other people started to collect wood alongside me and before we knew it we had a nice pile of wood. We split it into 10 piles, one a day for the next ten days. We split into shifts of two in order to keep the fire going, and I took the night shift. I took the time to stretch and exercise. I had a feeling this island was going to take a lot of physical strength.
DAY TWO
I spent the next day making friends with everyone, well everyone who was willing to make friends. My favorite person was an eight year old girl named Ellie. She loved talking about her pets. The only thing that annoyed me is that everyone talked to me slowly because of my accent. For God sakes, I live in London, I understand English perfectly. At about 3pm on the second day I finally got some shut eye. I awoke to a dark sky. I went and got more firewood despite the fact we had enough and I came upon a knife that someone had left on the ground, whoever had gotten the knife on the plane had clearly outwitted TSA. I picked it up, knowing it would come in use later, in some form or another.DAY THREE
I spent the night sitting on the new fallen tree that bridged the islands together, my feet could feel the water move below them. In the distance I saw a few fires. I knew which one was mine, but I didn't know who the other fires belonged to. I gripped onto the knife I had picked up a little harder. When the sun started to rise I went deeper into the forest in hopes of killing something to eat. I needed protein. I sat under a bush and waited until I saw a squirrel. I knew it was small but since all I had was a knife, it was the easiest to kill. I quietly snuck up on it and stuck my knife into it. I took the squirrel farther into the forest. I gathered wood from the area and made my own camp. I needed an area to plan and spend time alone pracitising. I was done playing along now that people were starting to disappear.DAY FOUR
I spent hours practising the fight moves they taught us back home. I hadn't tried any since I got injured during my last mission. But I was better now. I was ready to work again. I wonder if my handler was wondering where I was. I took a nap on a tree, Katniss style. I awoke to the sound of crunching below. I looked down and gripped my knife.DAY FIVE
When I looked down, I saw a native-looking man. In one hand he held a spear and in the other, a fish. I sat as silently as possible, hoping he would not see me. I was better, but I wasn't perfect. My hopes disappeared as the man looked up. He said something foreign and started poking his spear upwards in a malicious way. The spear was too close for comfort so I decided it was time to fight back. My one problem is that I haven't fought against a spear since early in my training. I ducked as the spear came near my chest and as I stood up I grabbed his spear out of his hand. He said more foreign things and I stabbed him in the neck. He fell and I saw something weird on him, a tattoo in Russian. Who was this man?DAY SIX
Two days passed since I killed that man. Since than I had looked more closely at him and noticed he had another tattoo on him in Russian. The first one said Вырезать их (Cut them down). That's a bit creepy. Who is "them"? The second was a bit less threatening, it stated Аво́сь да как-нибу́дь до добра́ не доведу́т (Draw not your bow till your arrow is fixed.) After examining him I put him in some bushes that were a distance away. I went and walked back to where I started out when the plane crashed. They had set up little huts and were living there. I noticed that some people were injured that were injured before. What the hell had happened? I noticed someone who looked like a doctor kneel over a pretty hot guy and she poked him and he let out a curse word. They then put him into one of the new huts and I debated whether to go and meet him or not. I'll see him later, today is not the day, he needs rest anyway.DAY SEVEN
The next day I went back to the campsite where they all were so that I could see him again. I sat on a rock close to the campsite and he saw me. The cute guy looked at me and winked. With that I got up and leaned against a palm tree and he approached me."Wrennyn Foster's the name." He said smiling.
"Natalia Osipova," I said, "Pleasure to meet you."
"Pleasure's mine." he replied. I smirked and shifted my weight.
"So Miss Osipova, where're you from?" he asked.
"Florida... Before that, Moscow." I answered.
"What did you do for a living?"
"I danced."
"Ballet?" he asked, and I nodded.
"How about you Mr. Foster? What did you do?" I asked, sick of him asking all the questions.
"I sell soap... Yeah... Big companies have surpluses of soap... Hand 'em down to the little guys," he answered and I laughed loudly at how stupid that lie was.
"Would you like to take a walk, Natalia?" he asks politely.
"Such a beautiful evening.. How could I refuse?" I reply and we both face the beach and walk.
After our walk we both sat on the beach with a small fire to keep us warm and illuminate our surroundings. We talked about a lot of different things. He had a sense of humor and made light of everything.
"So what do you really do?" my smile faded a bit. as he asked that.
"I don't know what you mean." I answered and he chuckled and looked over at me.
"You and I... we're survivors. We check our surrounding and remember the things other people view as irrelevant.. We are both the types of people that are going to come out of this place alive. You and I are different from them all." he said looking into her eyes. I felt so nervous, what if I told him my past and he thought I was some type of monster. I think he could be the one.
"You were going to Rio for something.." he laughed as he said the next part, "I am Wrennyn Foster... an international arms dealer that is infamous for his secrecy and great selection. Who are you?"
"Natalia Osipova, spy for the KGB, but I wasn't lying when I said I danced for a living, I do," I said.
"That is awesome," he said and he started asking me questions such as what missions have I done, have I killed anyone, and do I like my job. I entertain him with stories of my finish cases but something comes to mind, wasn't I chasing an arms dealer named Foster when I got injured?
Day Eight
I woke up in the spot where I feel asleep but Wrennyn was no longer next to me and my hand hurt. I saw him further along the beach and I got up. He looked pissed off so I gently put my hand on his shoulder and his grimace left his face."Good morning," I said.
"Good morning," he replied.
I in the sand next to him and looked at the ocean. It was so beautiful, but so dangerous, a bit like me. Back home they alsways said we were like the oceans.
"You know... I always loved the ocean. When I was young I always felt so closed in with life. I mean... just so many petty things piling up and digging into me as if they really mattered. I used to go to the beach to remind myself," he said, scratching his neck.
"Remind yourself of what?" I asked him when he took a pause.
"That there is so much more out there than what I am living in right now. That there is quite literally an endless expanse before me that I can explore as I please. That... is what I remind myself," he answered.
We sat in silence for a moment. \
"Hounsome told me he needed to talk to me... said it was urgent... I should probably go and talk to him," he said and my face dropped. I loved spending time with him.
He picked up a shell and chucked it into the sea, then he stood up and turned away from me.
"Hey..." I said and he turned towards me, "I really enjoyed talking with you... do it again sometime?"
I nodded my head with a slight smile.
"I'd like nothing more," he replied and a smile came to my face.
As I waited for him to come back, I walked along the beach. It seemed endless, eventually I grew tired of walking and went back to Wrennynn's and my campsite. I re-made the fire up so that we would have it when he came back.
It was night by the time he came back. I was laying downing looking into the vastless ocean, and I turned my head when he got closer.
"Rough day?" I asked, concerned.
"Getting better," Wrennyn replied with a smile.
"So what did you get in to while I was away?" he asked.
"Nothing really, just took a walk," I replied, "you?"
"Natalia... I found out why no one has tried to save us yet," he said.
"What?" I asked, curious.
"World War Three has started," he answered.
"I bet Russia started it," I said, knowing it to be very likely.
"I don't know many details yet," he replied, suddenly he looked very worn out.
"Let's just lay down and try to go to bed. I'm sure it's been a long day for you," I suggested. He didn't say anything but laid down next to me in the sand. He put me in his arms and we were still laying silently by the time I fell asleep.
DAY NINE
"Well, that was hot," I said, short of breath as Wrennyn rolled over."I try," he replied with a laugh. He looked over at me, and I bit my lip. I grabbed his hand and we interlocked fingers and looked into each other's eyes.
"You are a good guy, Wrennyn..." I said.. with a serious tone. I think it threw him off a little after we had joked around.
"You make this island tolerable, Nat..." he said and I could tell that he meant it.
"So what are you doing today?" I asked.
"Oh... well I'm pissed at Ryan... so I'm going to spread rumors about him and raise dissent," he said jokingly as he kept a perfect straight face. I laughed.
"That's horrible Wren..." I said with a giggle. He sat up and went to put his shirt on, much to my disappointment.
"I'm no saint.." he said as he smiled down at me and winked. I couldn't help but to smile, everything he did made me smile.
"Good.. I wouldn't want you to be some boring... pacifist.." I replied and he laughed. He came over to me and poked my nose in a loving way and I started getting dressed.
"See..? perfect..." he said as he got up. He handed me a gun and said, "here... keep this just in case alright?" I looked down at it before picking it up and pushing it into my jeans.
"I'll be safe," I said as he walked away. He came back a couple hours later, and while he was gone I took a nap. He came and sat with me. I handed him a cigarette that I had tucked away. I leaned against him as he opened a notebook and took a drag of his cigarette.
"I suppose it's time for me to write then..." he said quietly and I nodded..
"I still haven't got a clue what you are writing..." I said and he chuckled.
"I don't really either," he said as he sighed and looked up for a moment.
"I have to make Hounsome look like a dickhead. It has to all be true though... " he continued, and I went and started to rub his back. I scooted away and laid down beside the fire.
"Well... when you are done with your silly writing.. perhaps you can join me over here," I said putting out my cigarette and after a while of looking at him, I shut my eyes to go to bed, hoping he'd soon join. Wrennyn crawled over to me and kissed my forehead as he laid down behind her, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Natalia? Are you awake?" he asked, and I didn't respond, I was too tired to talk anymore, "okay good... I love you..."
DAY TEN
Wrennyn woke up an hour after i had crawled back into his arms and after my horrible walk. As he opened his beautiful eyes, I remembered what he had said to me last night. He had told me that he loved me, and surprisingly returned that feeling. What the fuck as this island done to me? I can't get wrapped up in his life, and I can't let him get wrapped up in mine. It would put him in danger. But I wouldn't leave him, I couldn't leave him."Nat are you awake?" Wrennyn asked, reminding me more of last night.
"Yeah," I replied after a moment and he sat up and rubbed my back.
I slowly sat up from my position.
"Good... We have some work to do today. Us for a bit of a walk?" I jokingly groaned and sat up with a smile.
"Fine... where are we going?" I asked.
"We are headed to the far side of the islands. That's where I found these guns... and many more. This is what we are going to need if we are to topple Hounsome and build up the survivor's camp," Wrennyn answered.
"Alright... lead the way, Wren," I replied. I looked down at the notebook he was writing in last night and there was a picture of me. I smiled and he turned bright red. I went and caught up to him, grabbing his hand. I locked eyes with him and he gave the most wonderful smile.
"So this boat of yours... it's all the way over on the opposite side of the island?" I asked.
"Afraid so, Nat.. It is a bit inconvenient, isn't it?" he responded, with a frown.
"Indeed it is. And how exactly are we going to carry these guns back, Mr Foster?" I asked.
"Hmmm.. well I guess we'll... uhhh... make something to hold them all in a bundle and then carry them back," he answered, and I laughed at how ridiculous this plan was. We walked and eventually got to the other island, though I almost lost Wrennyn to a river.
We took a break and got some bananas to eat, and I burped and we both laughed, but then I heard a sound.
"Wrennyn.. did you he-"
"Yeah, I heard it." He grabbed me and pulled me into the river and we crouched looking around. We saw two men that I seemed to recognize from earlier on my traumatic walk.
"Pirates... Somalian Pirates?" I whispered and Wrennyn nodded in agreement.
"Yeah... we should follow them... look at their weapons. With one of those uzis we could level a small tribe of the cannibals," he said and I nodded as we started to wade back to the beach.
We followed them to a small camp with maybe 15-20 pirates. There were four huts with open doors. The pirates were all armed besides one. Wrennyn and I exchanged a look when we saw a man who seemed to be their leader.
"What the fuck?" Wrennyn mouthed. I was a bit worried and I really hoped that Wrennyn couldn't tell. He motioned to me to follow him and so I did. He pushed one of the pirates down and kicked his gun away from him. I entered the hut after making sure no one was coming and then I cut the man's throat.
"Rest in peace," Wrennyn whispered with a sigh. I tugged his shirt and we closed the doors, making sure not to be caught.
"Wrennyn. light a match.. I can't see shit in here," I said, and he lit a match and bent back down. He piled up some leaves and set them on fire, allowing us to see two boxes. I lit one of our matches and bent down. The floor was dirt and a few leaves got inside. I piled them up and lit them on fire before shaking the match out.
"Alright... time to see what they have in here," Wrennyn said opening the first box.
"Holy shit, Wrennyn," I said.
"...Jackpot!" Wrennyn exclaimed as he opened the second box.
Day 11
We opened the box and it revealed a box of AK-47s.
"We hit the motherload, Natalia..." Wrennyn said and I giggled. I was so excited, this could help us so much with our mission. Wrennyn and I both took a gun and he filled his bag with ammo. We were having a great time until the door fell in and a man with a machete in his hand stood at the doorway.
"Awaque? Is that you?" He asked. He just barely got these words out before we turned towards him and shot him.
"Shit... Not our best plan," I said.
That gunfire was loud, there was no way that every pirate hadn't heard it. Wrennyn and I walked out of the hut into the center of camp and all guns were pointed at us.
"So... I'm Wrennyn... This is Natalia," Wrennyn said.
"What are you doing here?" one of the men asked.
"Taking your guns," Wrennyn said as I gave him a look, but then the leader started to laugh.
"So you mean to tell me... You snuck in here, we didn't spot you, you killed one of our people, and took guns that are rightfully ours?" the leader asked. .
"That's about right," Wrennyn said, nodding. Everyone laughed.
"Well then... You are our kinds of people," the leader told us as the men lowered their guns. I was really confused and Wrennyn looked pretty confused. The leader walked up to Wrennyn and hugged him. I was a little weirded out, but happy that we weren't being shot.
"I am Gutaale! It is a pleasure meeting you," Gutaale said with a very wide smile.
"Uhhmm... pleasure is mine," Wrennyn said, "two of your men. Just booked it into the woods."
"Oh... They will be dealt with," Gutaale said, and as he smiled even wider, he motioned some of his men to chase after him . This... was not what I was expecting.
"Okay... So who is making you worry so much that you are going to trust a couple of complete fucking strangers?" Wrennyn asked and Gutaale's smile faded.
"It's those damn natives.. They killed two of my men yesterday... There were forty of us when we first came here. Look at us now." Gutaale motioned towards their group that did not contain close to forty men.
"Wrennyn and I can fix this," I said.
"We can!?" Wrennyn exclaimed.
"Of course we can... We just need.. four of your men Gutaale.." I said and Gutalle stared at me with a questioning look before nodding.
"Alright," Gutaale responded, motioning towards the four closest men and giving us control.
I explained my plan to everyone as we walked, but I wasn't quite sure how it would work out. But once we got to one of the camps, we realized it was going to work out. THe pirates shot the natives, keeping with our policy to not let any of them live.
"What do we do with the prisoners sir?" the pirates asked Wrennyn. He dragged his finger across his throat and took my hand.He looked over and I nodded and soon the canibals were gone. After we finished clean-up, we walked away.
Later that night we sat and talked about the island. The topic of the natives and survival came up. Wrennyn told Gutaale about the survivors camp. And since they were going through very similar things to us, we decided to head there in a day or so. We could always use help, and especially with Gutaale's men, the camp would be so defended. We could start a new life.
Day 12
I deserved it, I deserved to be killed. I betried a man I truly loved, all because I was scared. I was scared of committement. I was scared of the future. I was terrified, and I tried to kill him. I'm dead now, I'm dead now. It repeated in my head, the fact that I was dead just repeated over and over in my head. I feel so bad for Wrennyn, for what I forced him to do. I am, was, such a horrible person. Wait... where was I? This still seemed like where I had died, but it felt like there was a light veil was covering me. I saw one of the pirates standing over a body... my body... I moved back to the camp and caught a glimpse of Wrennyn entering a hut. I "sat" on a rock near his hut. I wonder what Wrennyn will do now that I'm not around, now that he killed me. I think I'll stick around and see. I wonder what I can do now that I'm dead... like do I get powers or something like the ghosts in movie do.Day 13
I decide to follow Wrennyn around, maybe there is something I can do to help him out. He deserves at least that much from me after I practically made him kill me. He's talking to the pirate Gutaale. Suddenly there's a voice and everyone turns toward it.
"Wrennyn, you're gunna have company!" the voice shouts. Seconds later machine guns start to fire. People are dying left and right. .
"Gutaale we have to get out of here! we are not going to make it if we don't!" Wrennyn calls out as Gutaale does nothing.
"Wren.. my friend.... you need to go! And I mean now!" Gutaale says, pushing Wrennyn.
"Shit shit shit shit!" Wrennyn yells as he ran to the forest. I follow him, best thing about being dead is that this excercise thing isn't hard anymore. I was so intent on following Wrennyn that I didn't see RYan until he ran into Wrennyn, knocking him down.
"Nice to see you again, Wrennyn..." Ryan said, laughing. I was holding my breath, I think. I don't know if I was actually holding it or not because it didn't bother me in my ghost form. I was so distracted I didn't hear the rest of the conversation. Before I knew it, both Ryan and Wrennyn had their swords out and were fighting. Ryan was winning. I felt like I was fading. Where was everyone? It was all white around me.
Day 14
When I came out of my white surroundings, I was alone in the forest. Both Wrennyn and Ryan were gone. I went to find them. I hope that Wrennyn was ok, that he wasn't dead. I didn't want him to die. But, if he was dying, was I gonna be able to do anything to help him? I went back to the pirate camp and while Wrennyn wasn't there, there were many dead bodies. Almost all of the dead bodies were the bodies of the pirates. I saw Gutaale there. I sat next to him and said a thanks since he saved Wrennyn's life. I tried to grab some weapons but they went right through my hand as I grabbed them. I left the camp and started towards the original crash site, but I heard Russian being spoken and guns being fired as I walked to camp. I walked over to the sound, only to see Wrennyn and Ryan. I tried to do something little to let Wrennyn know I was there, but I was fading again. I'm I just gonna keep fading every time something fun happens, because it's really annoying. I faded more quickly this time than last, and once again was surrounded by more white. It seemed even whiter than last time. What the hell is going on? Is Death fucking with me or something?Day 15
I came back into the world only to see forest again. I walked and came upon Brooklyn. She was pacing around her hut. I wonder what she is thinking about. She starts to walk away into the forest so I followed her. She came upon another female. I didn't hear what the girl said."My name's Brooklyn White, and I'm not really looking for anyone. I was just taking a walk from the camp not too far from here," Brooklyn said to this mystery girl.
"Then you must know where Hounsome is."
"Ha, I wish. That bastard ditched me a while ago to go party with Wrennyn."
"What about Grant Smith? Do you know about him?"
"Sorry, I don't know, but I could help you look for him."
"Oh no that's okay. I'm sure he's just out wandering," the girl replied, obliviously she didn't trust Brooklyn, but for some odd reason I did. They talked a little more but then Brooklyn left. I decided to follow her, maybe she would lead me back to Wrennyn.
Day 16
"Okay, so if I were a middle aged man and a twenty some year old guy, where would I go?" Brooklyn wondered as she continued deeper into the forest. I wondered to myself, venturing deeper into the forest.
"No Brook, you gotta think of it this way. If you were a middle aged man going through a midlife crisis, what would you do?" she continued.
"Hm, a car? No. A new house? No. A tattoo?" we both shuddered, "I don't even want to know. Viagra? Probably."
"If you would actually think for yourself for once and not depend on the lives of useless men you might get somewhere," I said, getting annoyed by her musin.
"Great, now I'm arguing with myself. What's next, I'm going to hallucinate?" she replied. Wait... what the fuck she can hear me... I gotta play it cool.
"I don't know, maybe if you take drugs. I wouldn't go by the west side if I were you. Those natives put the cannabis in cannibal," I said.
"I'm gonna hit them up if I keep talking to myself like this. And why do I sound Russian in my head?" she said, not quite understanding I was the one talking to her.
"Because it's not you you're talking to, it's me."
She laughed and said, "thanks, but that's not helping the nut case over here."
"No, you idiot. It's me, Natalia. Man, I thought you said you were smart," I said with an annoyed sigh.
"Natalia? Aren't you dead? What, still trying to get at it with Wrennyn? I mean, I know you had a baby making session and all that, but...oh my god! Were you pregnant? I knew it! You're haunting him because he wouldn't pay child support!"
"What? No, no! We didn't, I mean it's true we did...it, but I wasn't pregnant. God what made you think of that? Can we just get back to the point?"
"Right, right. Sorry. I think I'm going through shock right now."
I opened my mouth to speak but then she cut me off, "this isn't going to be like the Sixth Sense is it? Because I don't want to keep seeing a bunch of dead people, especially those Russian agents. It was bad enough they wanted to grope me when they were living."
"I can assure you, you won't be seeing anyone. But please, I'm starting to regret talking to you, so let's get back to why I'm here. I'm trying to find Wrennyn," I said. I hope the Russians don't come back.
"I was right!"
"And I'm helping you save everyone too. See, Russians can be nice. We're not all about vodka and Putin memes," I said
"Alright, I'll go along with this. Where to?"
"Don't ask me, I'm just a voice." Where to? Wasn't that the reason I was following her?To get to Wrennyn?
"Well then, onward Casper!"
"Don't call me that,"
We explored further into the thick forest. Eventually we came upon a cave, well I did, she fell into it, literally fell.
"Nice going twinkle toes," I said with a snicker. How could one be so clumsy?
"Shut up."
She got up, using the wall to help her. But then she froze for a second.
"Hm, that's weird," she muttered looking around. There she found a door handle and opened it. Behind the door was a bunch of computers, all displaying statistics of people inhabiting this island.
"Well this isn't a Tinder profile," she said. I looked around to see if I could find Wrennyn on the many screens. Where was he?! Then something hit me. If they saw everything on the island, then...
"That means they saw Wrennyn and I..." I said.
"Think of it this way. If they release it, you'll probably make more money from that sex tape than Kim Kardashian ever did," she replied.
I sighed loudly, "What did I get myself into?"
Day 17
"Hm, let's see here. The only screens that seemed online were mine, Ryan's, Wrennyn's, Grant's, Adrianna's, Ember's (whoever she is), and Jackie's," Brooklyn counted the brightly lit computer screens out loud..Both Brooklyn and I carefully watched everyone's profiles. Suddenly eyes locking in on a particular screen, Jackie's screen. Huge letters covered the screen where Jackie had perviously been. They read DECEASED.
And then her computer was blank.
"How unfortunate. I kinda liked her," I said, breaking the silence.
"I thought you couldn't feel anything," Brooklyn sarcastically replied.
"I'm Russian, not a robot," I replied back to Brooklyn's sarcasm.
"Ha, same thing," she lamely said.
"Shut up you stupid American."
"If I'm so stupid, how am I still alive?"
"Sheer luck."
"Thanks. It's great to know someone believes in me."
Both of us continued to look through everyone's info, and I saw my love, Wrennyn. Oh, Wrennyn where are you?
"Damn he's seventeen," Brooklyn said, look at Grant's screen.
"Upset about Grant are we? Huh, I didn't spike you as a cougar," I said to her.
"I'm twenty one!"
"That's what they call plastic surgery."
"I'm about done with you. Where's the door to hell? I'll gladly drag you there myself."
"Hate me or not, I'm staying. I won't leave without finding Wrennyn. Now, I don't know about you, but I'm getting a bad feeling about this place. We better get out of here."
"You don't have to tell me twice."
Brooklyn and I quickly left the cave and stopped on the beach. Our suspicions of the area were correct. A massive cloud of smoke billowed over the treetops, screams mixed with gunfire echoed throughout the island.
I sighed in reminiscence, "Sounds like my parents' wedding."
"I don't even wanna know."
We waited in silence until all became eerily still. It was over...for now. She took a deep breath to calm myself down and sat in the sand. The air became awkward, and so Brooklyn tried to strike up a conversation with me, "Um...so...what will you do once we find Wrennyn?"
"Well..." I trailed off, not knowing how to reply.
"Are you sure you're not pregnant?"
"No, I'm sure or I think I'm sure," I said, now doubting what I said earlier.
"Aha! So there's still a chance!"
"Goddamn you're stubborn,"
"Go get a test and find out! Ghosts still have to take a leak right?"
"I don't even know if I can be pregnant! I'm dead!" I said now freaking out.
"Being dead didn't stop Bruce Willis from doing his job."
"That's a movie! You know what? Why don't I call up Maury and see if Wrennyn's the father? Or go to Planned Parenthood and dodge protesters?"
"Don't get snippy with me. I'm trying to help. Why don't you just ask God? No one knows your information better than him, well except for the NSA."
"Just shut up, please. I'll go. Have a nice time. Don't get killed," I said, even more freaked out. What if I was pregnant? I did feel sick shortly before I died.
"Have a nice time finding out who your baby daddy is," Brooklyn said, and I left.
Day 18
Shit, what if I was pregnant? Would the baby be a ghost? Or like Shadowhunters, half something and half human? Fuck, we didn't use protection, there wasn't any on the island. I could be pregnant. Maybe if I go the heaven, or whereever the fuck I would go to, I could figure this out. So I went into the light that had been following me around. I came into a town. Where the hell am I?The ghostly projection of Natalia Osipova left the human world under orders to go find a pregnancy test. It's not like she had much choice over the matter; Brooklyn was one stubborn bi--eautiful young lady.
"Oh joy," I sarcastically cheered as the large gates opened in front of me. Now where can I find a goddamn pregnancy test here? I wondered around the city block that layed in front of me. Passing by countless family owned businesses, I finally came upon a Rite Aid. Thank god.
On my way to the Rite Aid, I walked by a club with a neon flashing sign saying Little Angels scoffing, "Whoever's in there isn't an angel despite the 'heavenly good time' they promise you, I'll tell you that."
This was a waste of time. I'm going back, I thought to myself. I heard a voice in the distance.
"You gonna see the Council decide who's being x-ed today at noon?"
I hid behind a corner and spied on two angels casually conversing. By the way they dressed, they looked as if they were rich.
"Nah, I don't have time to head down to the Capital building before my guard shift, but I heard it's a special one today. Two humans are being chosen," the other angel spoke to his friend.
"Ah, maybe next time then. See you around," the first angel replied before walking away.
"They're killing people? I have to check this out. Sorry Brooklyn, my imaginary pregnancy has to wait,"I muttered to myself before sprinting off in the direction of the epicenter of the town. Two minutes until noon. I'll make it.
Day 19
I couldn't believe what I was seeing, there were a bunch of people running the fucking island.I guess if I was gonna endorse Brooklyn to win this game, I should go give her a leg up and tell her what I saw."Despite being a pain in my as--" I heard Brooklyn say, probably about me. I thought she was crazy for talking to me, but now she's actually talking to herself. I started to speak up and she changed what she was saying, "asthma. Yeah, hey...Natalia. I was just talking about my asthma, no-nothing about you."
"You're a worse liar than Pinocchio. Good thing your pointy nose doesn't grow or else you'd be looking like the Wicked Witch of the West...not like you're that far off anyway," I replied back.
"What's got you in a bitchy mood today? Pregnancy test came back positive?" she asked.
"Ha ha, oh how I missed your scratchy man voice. I see you're back to smoking six packs a day now. And I see that you're clothes are still...that. Why don't you slip into something more comfortable, like a coma. I'll help you with that," I replied, ignoring her question.
"So the only reason you came back was to roast me? Why don't we invite Wrennyn or Ryan while we're at it? I have plenty of things to say about them," she said, and I was starting to understand why she was upset.
"That's why I came back," I said.
"So we are having a roast session then?"
"No, no. Just save the insults for your mixtape."
"I'm not going to answer that. Anyway, what were you saying about those jackasses that ditched me?"
"Wow, someone's got a grudge," I replied in a singsongy voice, but I agreed with her, they were kinda jackasses.
"Shut up. Just tell me."
"Okay, so while I was up on Seventh Heaven I managed to find the place where they're stalking Ryan and Wrennyn. Very nice place actually, dark, small, and filled with old men. But that's beside the point. I found out their location and went to town watching their...how should I put this...lovely diplomatic plans. Not gonna lie, but you're right about the idiot part. All they do is shoot first, ask for more weapons later. I don't understand how all that violence is appealing to the Council with them being heavenly beings and all. And I've realized something else too. Ryan is almost as conceited as Kanye West, maybe even more. Thank God he's not running for president next election, I swear everyday would be dedicated to his six pack."
"What you're saying is that they're basically in an alliance and they're trying to get rid of me?"
"Not exactly, but yes, I think that's their ultimate goal."
"Those backstabbing bastards! Where are they? Let me at 'em! I'll show them a hell worse than a woman PMSing," as she said this a beeping sound came from the treetops with a small capsule gliding down. The cool, metal container fell into Brooklyn's hands and popped open to reveal two objects.The first object was a note from whoever sent me the package.
Brooklyn,
Congrats on making top three! We're rooting for you. Here's a little something to help you on your quest for the Founster bromance as you previously called it. Enjoy!
- The Council
P.S. We know your little Russian groupie spies on us. The KGB's training process is so bad it could be renamed the CIA.
"Looks like someone's got an admirer. Seems like those old guys do have a soft spot for women after all," I joked.
She ignored me as the grabbed the second object, a gun filled with five poison darts.
"What the hell is with angels and violence? I'm not gonna use this at all," she said clearly disturbed at the idea of killing someone.
"Well, you did want to get revenge on them didn't you? Here's your chance," I replied back.
"I don't want to kill them!"
"Hey either you kill them or they kill you. Deal with it. I had to. Don't you think I regret attacking Wrennyn everyday? Personally, I think you should go over there and knock some common sense into them," I said
"You know what, I'll go, but I won't murder anybody...at least, not unless I have to. Foster, Hounsome, you won't be able to get rid of me that easily," she said as we started to walk towards their location.
"Where did you say they were again?" Brooklyn asked breathily as we continued to run across the island.
"They're on a ship off the shore of the cave we went to a while ago", I replied, "I should start calling you Dory from now on from your short term memory."
"Oh shut it you piece of wind."
"Piece of wind? Is that all you could come up with?"
"I'm tired, okay," Brooklyn pointed into the distance, "I think I see something over there. It might be them."
Day 20
"Where did you say they were again?" she asked."They're on a ship off the shore of the cave we went to a while ago," I replied, "I should start calling you Dory from now on from your short term memory."
"Oh shut it you piece of wind."
"Piece of wind? Is that all you could come up with?"
"I'm tired, okay," Brooklyn said, pointing into the distance, "I think I see something over there. It might be them."
"Nope. That's a tree," I said
"It's not, trust me. Stop trying to mess wi--" She said as she ran into it.
"See? Told you," I said, taking a little pleasure from being right.
"Ugh, I'm about done with this goddamn island and it's goddamn forests and it's goddamn...everything."
"Your vocabulary has gotten better from being stuck on here. Using 'goddamn' in almost every sentence, well done. Your descriptions are goddamn amazing," I replied.
"Thanks for the English lesson Professor. Wow, can't wait to get my degree."
"The only degree you'll be getting is first degree burns," oh god, she was annoying.
"In the mood for another bitch fest? You know, I'm not quite done from our last one."
"You never even started," I scoffed.
"That's because--" she stopped.
"Because what? Too busy with your--"
"Shh. Could you be quiet for at least one minute? I swear it's like your mouth starts driving before your brain gets in the car. Anyway, do you hear that noise?"
"Yeah, it sounds like the noise you'll be making after I'm through with you," I said having no idea what the hell she was talking about.
"Remind me not to sleep ever again."
"Oh you won't be sleeping."
"Stop creeping me out. God, you could star in the next Paranormal Activity."
"Who's saying we're not living in it now?"
"We have more important things to talk about than this!"
"Oh true, I forgot. We need to talk about your unhealthy obsession with homosexual hookups."
"It's not an obsession! And I'm not even talking about hookups!"
"The first step to solving your problem is identifying it. Any relationship experiences you would like to share?"
"I could ask the same thing for you. That KGB organization of yours must stand for Keep Getting Babies."
"Oh keep on talking, maybe someday something intelligent will come out. Now don't evade the question."
"There's nothing for you to know."
"I may love to go shopping, but I don't buy your bullshit."
"I'm done with you. I'm going to find out whatever that sound is. Follow me, don't follow me, I don't care," she said and I followed.
We continued running towards the other end of the island until we reached a set of trees separating us from Ryan and Wrennyn. Where was Wrennyn? I could only see Ryan. My eyes caught a glimpse of Wrennyn's lifeless body as Brooklyn said, "he must've signed the divorce papers finally."
"Oh they divorced alright," I said pointing to his body.
"Hey now Natalia and Wrennyn can have that round two."
"What makes you say we only did it once?" I said in a smug voice.
"Now I understand how you got the nickname 'Russian STD.'"
Before I could reply, Brooklyn tripped yet again on part of the brush on the island floor, causing her to loudly yell, "Shit!" as she fell.
That got Ryan's attention. They exchanged words. And Brooklyn took out her gun.
"Go ahead. You don't have to guts to," he said as she aimed the barrel of the small weapon to face Ryan's chest. He looked back at Brooklyn with a sly grin. She hesitated and slowly lowered the gun as if she had chosen not to shoot. What the hell Brooklyn? YOU have to shoot.
"See? I knew you couldn't do it," Ryan said
"Think again bitch," she quickly aimed my weapon back at his chest and fired, "Bullseye!"
The dart landed square in his chest, knocking him over.
She walked over to him and whispered in his ear, "Who's Katniss now?"
Not you. You didn't even have a bow," I said, pointing out the obvisious.
"Natalia this doesn't involve you."
"It does now," I said, happily.